Sin and Slave 

Cold Meat

Back again. Computer problems.
All those “1”s and “0”s messing about and getting funky.
You’d think it would all be simple.
You’d think so.
But you’d be wrong.
Simple Hi to the world today.
Kick in the nuts tonight.
And a tab to tell the tale tomorrow.
Ahhhhh.
Springtime and the legs are showing.
How can we choose to be Fucked?
More later.

Lust For Life 

Maggots Love Subway

Slide your mind down my presence and feel the soul nudging greatness.
Blue lights turning black and the smiles of the liars are your only guild.
No music, yet the dance goes on and the heat breaks your heart.
Marked forever. Underlined. Stretched. Known.
No secret ending and no lost sessions.
Just days and nights and substance. Recycled and reused and redone until your bones break and your intellect withdraws, leaving you bent then dead.
The big dirt sleep.
The Worms crawl in. The do not Worms crawl out. Ever.
Naked.
Embraced.
But until then, the moments move.
Decided checkpoints to an unknown goal.
Who really cares if it is a happy or a sad time? It is both.
Right?
Isn’t that the real truth? Everything sucks and is difficult and it all ends darkly, but it is beautiful and exciting and everyday has the chance for something better and right, even when it just gets worse.
For some, the joke is that it isn’t wrong. In anyway. Never was. But they, we, can go hunting for a scraped knee. Because the smell of a Band-Aid, freshly opened, reminds them of that feeling of a kiss to make it better. Innocence is desire.

Scars in the Mind 

Passing Touch

Sweet whispers taunt and beg.
Day falls again for the night.
Smooth cool winds carry the wraiths around the city.
Bending in doorways to catch the sights.
Letters and numbers give way to touch and feel.
Less thinking.
More thoughts.
A peaceful understanding that the time is finally here.
This is one of those busy moments of nothing.
One of those times where stillness is exertion.
And the night is coming.
With its whispers.
Sweet and dead.

Hubba Hubba Hubba! 

Copasetic

The sun got up this morning before I did. I thought that was very nice of it.
The world seems a nicer place today. Enchanting.
Like you can feel the magic, hiding around the next chipped corner or in the enigmatic smile of the old and wise.
Tonight, I will Roll Dice. But today I think I will just float along and see how the world will turn.
New thought.
I went to this site; http://sensualarousal.blogspot.com
And found it not only highly erotic, but also very interesting intellectually. In that we can just wander the net and, as I say, bump in to something like this. Now as a guy who really digs sexy chicks and those who dare, this was all cool for me.
What I was thinking was what other super cool sites are out there.
(Blatancy warning)
Any suggestions?

Fierce Need  

Sin City Rocked.

What the hell?
I don’t know.
Sometimes I think everything is good.
Sometimes it might really be that way.
Maybe I mess it up or just ruin it by seeing the cracks, breaks and mold.
The dirt.
Maybe I am not seeing what I think I am seeing.
Maybe I need to get the fuck out and wander again.
Bump into the world.
Haze.
Daze.
Maze.
Ok.
Loosing it.
Grip.
Tighten.
Hold.
Focus.
Maintain.
Ask me what I want and I couldn’t tell ya.
Try to get me to describe what, if anything, is wrong and I promise the words would be missing.
So what is the problem?
That is what I want to know!
I feel something is wrong.
Sometimes.
Usually all is good.
But like some weird little Twilight Zone kinda thing, when it isn’t right, it feels as if it never was.
Of course this sensation fades to nothing as that feeling of unease is replaced with happy times again.
And the happy thoughts seem as real as any I have.
The good, warm feelings seem real.
The touch of luxury sure seems luxurious.
And the Heat is Hot.
But Holy-Fucking-Shit!
When the evil stirs, it feels real too.
So, here I am either going insane or working my mind through something and I don’t really care which.
Worse, I am not sure what I want out of this process, if it is a thought workshop.
Do I want to figure my way through and find that all really is good, but that I have to work at happiness and that things can’t really be super-duper perfect at every minute?
Or do I want to find out that, yes, it is all shit, so I can easily and with a free conscious walk away and return to the emptiness and peaceful existence I used to dwell in.
Like an ameba who figures out how to work the TV remote and then has the channel stuck on the Polka Network.
It is new, but is it good, and how do you go back if it isn’t?
Again, these are really not big problems.
But they seem to be the biggest ones I have.
And I can’t even believe in them for long.
They pass.
It is the not knowing if they are coming back which sucks.
I know.
Blah blah blah.
The good old deep thoughts and interesting prose have been replaced by self-centered crap.
Pity.

Hummmm...Axe or Sword....Axe or Sword...so confusing... 

Blood Time

Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you will remember if we were good men or bad, why we fought and why we died. No, all that matters is that two stood against many, that's what's important. Valor pleases you Crom. So grant me one request. Grant me revenge. And if you do not listen, then the hell with you!